He came at night to each of us asleep

    And trained us in the virtues we most lacked.

    Me he admonished to return his stare

    Correctly， without fear.  Unless I could，

    Unblinking， more and more incline

    Toward a deep unblinkingness of his，

    He would not let me rest.  Outside

    In the dark of the world， at the foot

    Of the library steps， there lurked

    A Mercury of rust， its cab half-lit.

    （Two worldly forms who huddled there

    Knew what they meant.  I had no business

    With the things they knew.  Nor did I feel myself

    Drawn back through Circulation into Reference，

    Until I saw how blue I had become， by virtue

    Of its five TVs， their monitors abuzz with is's

    Etymologies……）